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JUAN FRANCISCO BLANCO
Cimarron, New Mexico, sees more strangers pass through in a
month than its nine hundred and ninety-nine citizens, the ones
that call the old pueblo home. Needless to say, the town didn’t
have a truck dealership. What it did have was a good place to
buy food, the local Safeway store. It was three days later that
Tital, Bardala, and the rest of the crew were to meet Ek Chuah on
the square. They had ridden into town from their last campsite
in the mountains. It was a twenty-two kilometer distance, 6